Trauma and PTSD

July 7, 2017

“I’m hopeless,” I sobbed to my therapist, “I’m never going to get better.” I had been crying in therapy for nearly an hour. My therapist was really experienced. But even with his knowledge and guidance, I was convinced that nothing was going to change. I’m never going to recover, I thought…Read More

June 28, 2017

My marriage sent me to the psych ward. I guess I should rephrase that. It wasn’t actually my marriage that got me admitted. It was the letters PTSD, or rather the fact that that’s what happens when you tell enough people, in one day, that you want to die. I…Read More

June 20, 2017

“I understand,” some well-meaning friends and family said to me when I told them I was struggling with posttraumatic stress disorder (PTSD). Really, do you? I wondered, a bit agitated. I must admit, my PTSD and irritability can go hand in hand. Yes, I was annoyed, but I also felt invalidated. Did…Read More

April 11, 2017

I’m scared of my husband. He’s a sweet, gentle man, but sometimes when I see him, my body falls to the ground. I huddle in a ball on the floor protecting my neck. Intellectually, I know — or at least part of my brain knows — he would never hurt…Read More

March 27, 2017

I remember eagerly, yet timidly, beginning eating disorder recovery. Notebook in hand, I was terrified, ashamed, and I was oh-so-tired. I was ready to be done, or so I thought. I didn’t realize on day 1 that recovery would be a process and I wouldn’t get better with that one…Read More